Have you ever seen small children 4-6 years old on TV being asked questions and how literate, and socially they are speaking and explaining themselves? I was never like this, neither in adulthood I compare myself with them and can see that they possess a social competence I never had, neither then nor now, and even now I feel inferior to small children's ability to socialize.
I was always joyful and wanted to be the best, but I could never please my mom, to talk to her about what happened at school, what I did, what was fun during the days, even though I loved her the most and wanted to be next to her as much as possible, somehow I couldn't story tell my days.
My social bond with my parents was to be interested in what they were talking about, money, work ... and mask myself in being like them. I couldn't adapt to my peers, my cousin was 1 year younger than me, playful and immature, but I was too much based into rules, as you can't be immature around me. Basically, I couldn't adapt to others, I was myself, and I thought everyone needed to be like me, as this was the only way to be. I remember one day I even roughed up my cousin gently, because he was goofing around with our friend, and I just didn't like the goofiness, as it made me feel like a baby having to look at them. He started to cry, and told his parents, and that created a situation I couldn't explain myself well out of.
I was always joyful and wanted to be the best, but I could never please my mom, to talk to her about what happened at school, what I did, what was fun during the days, even though I loved her the most and wanted to be next to her as much as possible, somehow I couldn't story tell my days.
My social bond with my parents was to be interested in what they were talking about, money, work ... and mask myself in being like them. I couldn't adapt to my peers, my cousin was 1 year younger than me, playful and immature, but I was too much based into rules, as you can't be immature around me. Basically, I couldn't adapt to others, I was myself, and I thought everyone needed to be like me, as this was the only way to be. I remember one day I even roughed up my cousin gently, because he was goofing around with our friend, and I just didn't like the goofiness, as it made me feel like a baby having to look at them. He started to cry, and told his parents, and that created a situation I couldn't explain myself well out of.